"Mournfor him, allyou who [live] aroundhim, Even allof you who knowhis name;Say,'Howhas the mightyscepterbeen broken,A staffof splendor!'
The LORDwill stretchforthYour strongscepterfrom Zion,[saying], "Rulein the midstof Your enemies."
Woeto Assyria,the rodof My angerAnd the staffin whose handsis My indignation,
Which used to strikethe peoplesin furywith unceasingstrokes,Which subduedthe nationsin angerwith unrestrainedpersecution.
For the fieldsof Heshbonhave withered,the vinesof Sibmah[as well]; The lordsof the nationshave trampleddownits choiceclustersWhich reachedas faras Jazer[and] wanderedto the deserts;Its tendrilsspreadthemselves out [and] passedoverthe sea.
For You shall breakthe yokeof their burdenand the staffon their shoulders,The rodof their oppressor,as at the battleof Midian.
"Howshatteredit is! [How] they have wailed!HowMoabhas turnedhis back--he is ashamed!So Moabwill becomea laughingstockand an objectof terrorto allaroundhim."
